Remembering sunlight [Jáhko]
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Title: Remembering sunlight
Fandom: Tistow
Characters/Pairing: Jáhko Hammarström
Rating: 0+
Length: 28 lines poetry
Summary: Thoughts of home - just for a moment.
Other: Inspired by all those moments when the slightest turn of light, or a hint of scent, can bring back a specific time, or place, or moment, or....
Experimenting a little bit with visual form here. It works out better on paper than in digital format, I think.
Remembering sunlight
Noise pounds my head
as crowds roar past
so many lives crammed
into these tight crowded streets
this thick smoky air.
The grey sky splits
cracks open to blue
spills sunlight like fresh yolk
drags my mind for memories.
I stand in the bright
dazzled and squinting
suddenly back home
falling deep
into
the taste of clear air
gold summer's night
honey on my tongue
the hush of the forest
your ringing laughter
sending joy rushing
from my head down
to my cold bare toes.
Then I breathe again,
and there's the city
its noise and its smog
dreary damp and drizzling
hard cobblestones under
my tired feet.
Fandom: Tistow
Characters/Pairing: Jáhko Hammarström
Rating: 0+
Length: 28 lines poetry
Summary: Thoughts of home - just for a moment.
Other: Inspired by all those moments when the slightest turn of light, or a hint of scent, can bring back a specific time, or place, or moment, or....
Experimenting a little bit with visual form here. It works out better on paper than in digital format, I think.
Remembering sunlight
Noise pounds my head
as crowds roar past
so many lives crammed
into these tight crowded streets
this thick smoky air.
The grey sky splits
cracks open to blue
spills sunlight like fresh yolk
drags my mind for memories.
I stand in the bright
dazzled and squinting
suddenly back home
falling deep
into
the taste of clear air
gold summer's night
honey on my tongue
the hush of the forest
your ringing laughter
sending joy rushing
from my head down
to my cold bare toes.
Then I breathe again,
and there's the city
its noise and its smog
dreary damp and drizzling
hard cobblestones under
my tired feet.